KarlsPlanet.com: Central Europe by bike 2002 - a travelogue
Introduction
Day 1: Nyköping
Day 2: Söderköping
Day 3: Gamleby
Day 4: Västervik
Day 5: Oskarshamn
Day 6: Kalmar
Day 7: Karlskrona
Day 8: Sölvesborg
Day 9: Kivik
Day 10: Ystad
Day 11: Trelleborg
Day 12: Röbel
Day 13: Berlin
Day 14: Lübben
Day 15: Bautzen
Day 16: Dubá
Day 17: Prague
Day 18: Hradistko
Day 19: Písek
Day 20: Passau
Day 21: Linz
Day 22: Krems
Day 23: Vienna
Day 24: Jezov
Day 25: Rusava
Day 26: Komorní Lhotka
Day 27: Krákow
Day 28: Budapest



© Karl Andersson 2003


Friday 16 August
Kraków – Budapest
By train!

2709 km (1683 miles)

I've spent a fantastic week in Kraków. I've treated myself with nice dinners every night, I've had plenty of chats with Stefan and his friends and I have even had a short little holiday romance.

I've also decided that Kraków will be the end of this bike tour – I will take the train to Budapest. The reason is that heavy showers have hit Central Europe and many cities – among them Passau and Prague – are flooded. My mum was not the only one to send me worried sms:es.

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I can't recommend travelling by train with your bike. At first message was simple: It's impossible. But then I was allowed to stuff my bike into the corridor outside the compartment – but only in a normal wagon and I had to kiss my sleeping reservation goodbye without getting the 12 dollars back.

The night on the train was a nightmare: Every hour or so I was waken up – yes, I managed to sleep sitting – by either customs officials who wanted to see my passport, or new conductors who wanted their fair share of what I supposedly could give them for having the bike in the corridor. 5 dollars to the Polish conductor, half a dollar to the Slovakian and 5 dollars again to the Hungarian. ”Czechoslovakia” really is amazing.

The first thing I did after checking in to my hostel in Budapest was to go bathing. After all, that's what Budapest is famous for. I chose Kiraly, a Turkish bath from the 16th century (the Turks occupied Budapest from 1541 to 1686).

What a feeling! Finally I could just relax! A sumo-like man asked if I wanted a massage, and I tell you, that was the best gift I could give to my body after all the work it has done this summer.

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Update 17 July 2003: During the 10 days I spent in Budapest, I became quite fond of the city. I also had a holiday love affair that wouldn't stop. So in January 2003, after finishing my BA at Stockholm University, I moved to Budapest. The Budapest spring was wonderful to experience, but it's hard for a Swede specialized in media and communication to get a job in Hungary. So in June, I moved the German capital Berlin. I will spend at least the summer here, then we'll see what happens.

I hope to see you on the road or in the guestbook!

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Update 24 March 2004: I spent a wonderful summer in Berlin and then moved back to Stockholm, where I was offered a job as a graphic designer at a computer press publishing house. I've now worked there for half a year, and I must confess it's quite convenient to have a monthly salary, something I haven't really had before.

As for biking, I haven't done a lot of it lately, partly because of the long Nordic winter (but that hasn't stopped me before). Last weekend I packed a bag with tubes, pump and tools and head for the bike room to get my bike fit for the spring. It turned out it was stolen. Surely an anti-climax, but nevermind, you can't say it hadn't served me well for miles and miles again - now I look forward to buy a new bike! And when I do, you can be sure I'll write all about it on this site - especially when I hit the road again for another long bike tour. If you have registered below you'll get an e-mail whenever I update this site.

Hungary's capital Budapest is famous for its many baths. I visited plenty of them during my stay, for example the above pictured Szécheny – Europe's biggest bath complex.
 
I had chosen Austrian Airlines (and their affiliate Tyrolean Air) to take me home because I had heard they were helpful when you travel with your bike, since they want bicyclists to go to Austria. The Austrian Airlines staff at the Budapest airport weren't helpful at all though. The bike needs to be wrapped in plastic, but we can't help you with that, was their message. Lucky for me, an employee at the British Airways office provided me with all the plastic and tape stuff needed.
 
25 August 2003: Finally at home! My dad (next to me) and mum met me at the airport Arlanda outside Stockholm. What a nice surprise, I thought I would be on my own. Now I didn't have to mount the bike and bike the last kilometers to Stockholm – we stuffed the bike in my dad's car instead.
 
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